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[Do not click! Do not click! Do not click this book!

Now that it’s finished, I can finally come clean. I’m sorry I submitted this deranged work, born from the summer vacation I spent preparing for middle school entrance exams twenty years ago, to the Newcomer Rankings. The gong is an OC I came up with in 2019, and the shou’s character is so unclear he may as well be a camera. It’s an infinite-flow story, but when I wrote it, I’d only read one other infinite-flow novel, so this book has no structure and is nonsense from beginning to end.

Even if you’re curious, don’t force yourself to read it. I’m embarrassed by it. In 2026, I’ll rewrite the plot, improve the characters, flesh out the world, and start a new book about Fu Xin and Min.]

A dignified divine gong, decisive and gentle

vs

A gloomy, reserved shou who plays the pig to eat the tiger and lies through his teeth

#Fu Xin got into the VIP dungeons of the infinite game by pulling strings and relying on connections#

He entered the infinite game after dying repeatedly twenty-seven times, and had zero defeats.

Perhaps he took part in the games too often, but it seemed that He had taken a special interest in Fu Xin.

Tired of the endless rounds in low-level dungeons, Fu Xin finished a game one day and fell to his knees in front of a church, exhausted.

He didn’t want to work hard anymore.

“Is that not allowed? I want to get in through connections.”

He gently took Fu Xin’s hand, running His fingers over Fu Xin’s knuckles through the thin layer of skin, clearly intrigued.

“Then beg me.”

-

Rumors spread through the game space.

#Fu Xin got into the VIP infinite-game dungeons through “under-the-table favors.” He’s a gloomy pretty boy who just wants to coast through life, and only dares enter the game because someone powerful has his back#

“His backer can protect him for a while, but can they protect him forever? They’ll get bored and use him for a few days at most!”

But when a mutant broke into the safe zone and all the players panicked

In full view of everyone, Fu Xin calmly grabbed the mutant’s wing. The sound of its bones cracking as he twisted them apart with his bare hands brought the whole place to a sudden silence.

“...Damn?”

“Him? He took down the mutant?”

“Wait, who handed him that knife just now?”

Everyone looked further away and saw a tall, slender figure leaning against the wall with arms folded. White hair fell to His shoulders, and His eerie silver eyes met Fu Xin’s gaze with a faint smile.

Then He walked forward unhurriedly, pulled out a rope, and tied up the mutant in a few quick motions. His manner was gentle, but His presence was utterly intimidating.

#So he’s the man behind that powerful man!#

“You didn’t report the infection earlier? Were you trying to get everyone killed?”

The player was on the verge of tears. “Daddies, I was wrong!!”

He rested an index finger against His lips, His voice refined and clear. “He and I aren’t planning to have children yet... Let alone one like you.”

-

Fu Xin strolled over to the typewriter specified by the System. A string of red words appeared above it.

[Do you love me?]

Beside the words was a pair of eyes made from flat heart symbols. Fu Xin stared into those “loving” eyes, thinking they were nothing but still symbols, until he saw them blink.

Fu Xin scoffed.

Who do you think you are?

Do I know you?

He didn’t know those were His secret “other side.”

Its purpose was to “spy” on him, scheme against him, and devour him whole.

Fu Xin was soaked in gently flowing liquid. His breath was offered to the abyss but received no answer. Heat flared around his neck as a hand stroked him, its touch searing hot, then wound itself through his hair, tangling at the roots.

“Is that your only request? Fine. What will you pay me this time?”

He knew all too well what He wanted.

Fu Xin felt a sharp sting at the back of his neck, his palm growing wet.

A place that had gone untouched for a long time was forcibly pried open.

Everything was sticky, and the sound of water came from the narrow gap.

-

“Love me, Fu Xin.”

Dungeon One [Ancient City: Old Tales of Qingmu]

Primarily a battle royale. The gong and shou unlock roles in a melodramatic political intrigue, then act out a romance between men to obtain weapons and resources.

Dungeon Two [Monastery: The Secret Love Affair of the Ancient Tree]

Primarily a puzzle-solving dungeon. The gong and shou evade murderous NPCs and search for Morse code.

Dungeon Three [Forest: The Alien]

Primarily about building a base after the apocalypse. The gong and shou save up currency to buy house blueprints.

Dungeon Four [Feuds of the Wealthy]

Primarily role-playing. The gong and shou perform a brotherly romance.

Dungeon Five: Hidden inside Dungeon Four

Coming Soon

My Neighbor Became My Stepmom [ABO]

A mentally deranged, twisted, hot-tempered gong

vs

An emotionally detached shou who secretly craves love and is now a stepmom

Qing Ling had a fresh, elegant beauty, with sharply defined features and bone structure, luminous eyes, and brown hair falling to his shoulders.

Countless alphas fell for his handsome face at first sight, only to discover that there was no obvious gland at the back of his neck.

Qing Ling was a beta, so they couldn’t mark him.

That included Cen Buwen, the neighbor’s younger brother who slept next door. He had coveted Qing Ling for a long time and was anxious and restless, but there was nothing he could do.

He was like a dog with separation anxiety, always trying to stick to Qing Ling and obsessively sniffing his glands.

Qing Ling could slap him a few times and he’d still wag his tail excitedly.

As expected, not a single alpha is any good.

-

Only Qing Ling knew the truth: he was actually an omega, secretly using a kind of “suppressant.”

The “suppressant” kept his glands shrunken for a long time, prevented him from being marked, and stopped him from being affected by alpha pheromones.

It had spared him plenty of trouble from scumbags who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

But what was destined to happen would happen.

A wealthy businessman visiting his hometown took a liking to him and forced Qing Ling to go with him to Jingcheng.

Qing Ling remained calm, but it was Cen Buwen whose eyes reddened as he prepared to leave.

Cen Buwen grabbed his arm. “You won’t go with me, but you’ll go with that bastard, my dad?”

Qing Ling sneered, neither confirming nor denying it, and pushed Cen Buwen’s fingers away.

There’s no difference. Not a single person in the Cen family is any good.

-

Qing Ling and Cen Buwen met again in the dazzling, decadent city of Jingcheng.

Cen Buwen put his hand on Qing Ling’s shoulder, his fingertips nearing Qing Ling’s slender neck. “You’re a beta. Why are you still wearing a scent-blocking patch?”

Qing Ling rolled a shortened cigarette between his fingers and raised an eyebrow. “They all say your dad’s forced pheromone injections smell awful.”

He laughed it off when he saw how furious Cen Buwen was.

The truth was that the medicine disguising him as a beta was about to wear off.

Late at night, just before the effect faded, Qing Ling was dragged into a car.

A hand pressed hard against his neck. His hair was disheveled, and his vision was taken from him before he could react.

In the pitch darkness, Cen Buwen’s pheromones filled the car.

“A Ling, that fake beta identity only fooled that old man.”

“Imagine how marvelous his expression will be when he finds out your glands still bear my mark.”

-

“Qing Ling, you’re really asking for it.”

“Cen Buwen, you’re taking this way too far.”

*Stray dog vs “comfort dog”

*Cen Buwen is an alpha; Qing Ling is an omega.

*A melodramatic stepmom story, with a fake “wallpaper” setup. The stepmom and the old man were never legally married, so there is no legal relationship.

*Packed with a love triangle and rivals for affection.

*There’s a fake relationship, but no romantic feelings develop while it lasts.

*“Stepmom” is only used to explain the shou’s helpless position. It isn’t meant as a feminine label for him, and the term will rarely appear in the actual story. “Stepdad” sounds strange, and “stepfather” doesn’t quite fit either.

Theme: Reject forced love and welcome a healthy, destined relationship.